Sheila's Story - Sex Stories

Sheila's Story

... wrong with my clothes?"

This question broke the trans he was in, "No, Baby. You look amazing. I don't want to sound like your mother, but your skirt is short, and your cleavage is really showing. Please be careful and call me no matter what. I don't like that you are all grown up, and I miss movie nights with my girl. I don't want to embarrass you, so I hope we don't run into each other. Are you sleeping here tonight? I need to know. So, I know whether to sleep in my chair or on the bed."

There was a lot of ground to cover in what my dad said. "Dad, you are nothing like mom. I miss our movie nights and cuddling with my dad. Maybe we should do that some night. I'm still your little girl. Oh, and by the way, you are far from embarrassing. My friends all think you are hot as fuck. You're the only dad that's all chiseled. I am sleeping here, but please don't sleep in the chair. I won't be home until late. Don't bring home any bar room floozies, either. I gotta go, gimme a kiss." And with that, I kissed my dad and took off.

During the course of the night, my friends Mary and Megan were not unenthralled with the bars we had visited. We were going to the same old places we always went to. They were filled with nothing but drunk, obnoxious, entitled college boys. I had enough, "Hey, I think my dad is out at a bar. How about we give that a try?"

Megan exclaimed, "You mean go to a place with actual men? Is your father off-limits? I bet he can go...in the sack."

Mary ...

... chimed in, "I got dibs on him. I've known him longer. Dibs, bitches!"

I knew they had crushes on my dad but didn't realize they had thought about sleeping with him. "Fuckin gross! NO ONE IS SLEEPING WITH MY DAD! YOU DIRTY BITCHES! Besides, neither of you would even know what to do with a black man. C'mon, let's get an Uber."

Mary responded, "Neither would you. You keep fucking with pretty white guys who don't even know where a clit is." We all laughed as we got into the Uber.

There is a local bar in my dad's neighborhood. My guess is that is where he would be. I was quiet on the ride across town to the bar. I was listening to my friends joke and fantasize about my dad. Part of me was disgusted by what they imagined he'd be like. The other part of me was thinking how different their view of him was than mine. I had never thought of him being sexual. I hoped that they wouldn't embarrass me in front of my dad.

When we walked in, I could tell this was unlike any place the three of us had ever been. It felt rough. People immediately turned their attention to us; we looked out of place. All I could think was, 'I hope I got this right.' I spotted my dad at the bar talking to a woman. "DAD!" I yelled.

He turned, and I saw a huge smile, "Sheila! Get over here!" Suddenly, all the men who were staring at us like we were pieces of meat, stopped looking at us. The three of us were no longer scared. We joined him at the bar, and I could tell he probably should have been shut ...